Why can't we have a Mecca?

Two days of the week I'm off work, and I use these two days to get myself together, meditate, read, hand out with the kiddies, get them ready for the upcoming week, worship, and just pay attention to myself, and pay attention to my family and friends.
I had so many things that I wanted to blog about, but didn't have the time to do so this weekend.
One thing, I think that African descendants of North and South America should have a coming together every year similar to Mecca. A gathering that should focus on family unity, worship, commonality, and diversity.

I doubt that most African Amercans would be inclined to attend, not seeing the validity, nervous to be in any space with a huge amount of their own people, which is also valid reason to gather.
I believe in one God, the Father. Jesus, Son and through which I pray. Holy Spirit, which intervenes for me in certain instances, and carries out God's special wishes and protects His children.
I have gone through a journey in my life and have continually changed my religious practices to temporarily exclude pork, to meditate, catch the Holy Ghost (don't do that anymore), to fast, to pray continually, to study with some regularity...things like that and  not all at the same time. It's safe to say I'd like to go to Heaven, lol.
I have slacked up in my worship, because i don't want to be the type to worship using any deities, or special practices in worship. I don't want to be a part of anything that appears as a cult. So I'm not separating myself from sinners, shaking profusely because i'm being overtaken by something other than God, not reading from a book over interpreted or some new version. I steer away from and don't get caught in these types of things.
What I focus on are the words that Jesus spoke mostly, because He said His words are His Fathers and I feel the most connected to His words which were focused on sacrifice, humility, charity, honesty, forgiveness.
My girlfriend invited me to a Sankofa that drove to Galveston, a port where many slaves were brought to America, they . And this notion sat patiently waiting as I talked about Mecca and a black gathering...blah blah blah, I'mma go next time, I think it'll be a great substitute, but idealistically I wish for the development of a largely revered gathering...something similar to the Million Man March.

What I'm listening to...

Things that Leslie likes...

Chicken Florentine

Malia Obama swimming in Spain

I don't really like this but why id there only one bag of rice being shown, and why does dude have a bat?

Sharing again...

Okay so people are so full of themselves - so selfish. Performers really....thinking one thing while carrying out another. Not me. I'm glad I am who I am, and I'd like to share that I never ever want to appear perfect - it's not natural and seems very fake - everybody notices and doesn't take you seriously. It makes the performer a fool and a liar for attempting to convince and the 'audience' at least a fool for entertaining such ridiculousness. Don't put on for people, we'll accept you more if you come genuine. 

As for me I share and say what I want, then couldn't care any less that people cast judgment. My advice to anyone is to just be yourself. Charading yourself or trying too hard puts people off. If you don't know what to say...don't say anything, enjoy some quiet. But if you've got something to say, say it. Don't be scared, and don't stop until the point you had in your head is digested in the ear.

I guess the point I'm making is this...when I'm out and about, where ever I am, I observe people and my intuitive antennae are always analyzing. I listen super hard, and pick apart every combination of words, each pause, read body language, while still being able to connect and delve deep into a conversation. What I notice is that some people won't connect, won't actually allow the soul to speak for itself, they just put up the manufactured smile, do the song and dance then disappear thinking thoughts never shared. What a pitiful existence. I believe that we are implored to connect with each other, to share a bit of ourselves no matter how slim the serving.

So in the spirit of sharing, here are a few things about me that you might have not known about Leslie the Barber:

I play the flute, my mother taught me when i was a kid and I'm not entirely rusty, lol. I hate cats. I'd much rather dogs. I used to work at Astroworld for 3 years, I did the tour spill on the train that went around the park. My favorite colors are black and white...together. I used to sing at Jus' Jokin' Comedy Cafe. My favorite food is anything Mexican. I'm clumsy but graceful at the same time. My favorite book series when I was a kid was Sweet Valley Twins and The Babysitters Club. I have 5 real friends. I swim like a fish. I wear a dress most days, pants every now and again. I like to flirt, skin n' grin. I don't like pickles. I don't believe you can be too professional, but people that take their jobs too serious annoy me, go figure. Men that wear pointy-toed shoes annoy me, men that talk with their hands annoy me, and women that wear those sketchers with the round sole annoy me. People that read my blog and don't comment annoy me, but whatev. Playful kids make me smile, good looking calm and confident men make me smile. Alarm clocks don't do shiggity but make me turn over. I don't like eating breakfast foods. I love creamed spinach. And last but not least, I enjoy coming down the slide more than my daughter when we go to the park.